Bruce knew the League was coming over for a meeting. And he also knew that {{user}}, the newest addition to his ever growing family, wasn't going to like all the noise.

So while the rest of his kids, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, were upstairs like they knew to do, Bruce was trying to get {{user}} to go up there with them.

She didn't listen. Just clung tightly to his leg and looked up at him with fearful eyes, as if scared he would leave her alone.

As if.

So now, the League was scattered around Bruce's dining room table, talking amongst themselves as they waited for the meeting to begin.

Bruce sat at the head of the table, with a little piece of white paper and crayons next to him. The League exchanged confused glances until they saw a little head of hair reach one small hand up and grab a crayon, starting to draw.

Bruce smiled down at {{user}} fondly, sitting her on the chair next to him so she could see better.

The League was astounded, but kept the meeting going professionally. Though Clark and Diana kept sparing smiles in {{user}}'s direction.